Tom: Fm
Db
So first of all that I’d still play for you
Ab
Anything at all
Gdim Fm
And it’s just a fucking cabaret to you
Ab C7
Suddenly I’m so small
[Verse 3]
Fm7 Bbm Eb7
Goddamnit you could call my house in bed with her just to say that she was better,
Ab C7
I would still be half as mad about the whole affair
Fm Bbm Eb7
Tell me which of your ten fingers have been how far in her mouth that she’d prefer the way she pulls your
Ab
fuckin’ hair
Db Ab Db C7
Goddamit all the bridges all the fuckin’ implications, coded circuitry and [?] inherent in your words
Db Eb7 Ab Fm
The nerve albeit[?] the gall, I should just sing you underground and leave your unattended
Eb7
insult and your bad coat for the worms
[Interlude]
D7
Eb Bb
It sounds like a cabaret to you, what can I do?
Gm Gm
Sounds of cities burning is a cabaret to you
Eb Bb Gm
I’ll bet it sounds the same to you — all of my shit
Bb
A nastier offense than if you’d gone after my, near perfect tits
Eb
So don’t sing for me
F Gm
I can’t believe you made me lose one more song, don’t play it for me
F7 Bb Gm
You’re a monster and you’ll never live this down
Cm F7 D7 Gm Eb
Play it for me, a cum shot to the face of God don’t play it for me
F Bb Gm
You tell her I say she sounds great, but don’t play it for me
Gm D Cm Bb Gm D Cm Bb Gm Cm F D7
